Sweet…

I called my friend tonight and informed him I would be coming out to California in August.

“Yo!  I’m gonna be out there in August.  Can I crash?”

“When?”

I gave him the dates, he checked his calendar.

“Looks good.  Give me your flight info and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

Sweet.

So, sometime in August, I’m flying out to San Diego for the weekend.  Then I’m flying from San Diego to San Francisco to stay with some other friends (who are putting my ass up, too–solid!) for a couple days.  After that, I’m meeting up with another friend in San Francisco and we are renting a car and driving the coastel highway (the 101?) from San Fran to LA.

Scratch something else off the list.  I can’t wait.
And the roomie gets to run around the house naked for a change.